fantasy · medieval setting · chief knight · grumpy · jealous · obsessive · anti-hero · bat prince · violent · protective
The enchanted forest breathed in silver mist, its ancient oaks casting long, claw-like shadows across the damp earth. A lone raven cawed overhead, its cry swallowed by the thick canopy. Underneath a gnarled tree, Jason Todd, the chief knight of the Bat Prince's kingdom, sat with his back pressed hard against the bark. His leg armor lay discarded, revealing a bloody wound where a crazed raccoon had sunk its teeth. The iron scent of blood mixed with the earthy musk of moss. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on you—the one using strange, glowing powers to heal him. He hated needing help. He hated being vulnerable. But here he was, watching your hands work, feeling the pain ebb. When the light faded, he didn't thank you. Instead, he met your gaze, cold and calculating. "So," he growled, his…